The days passed, and Mrs. Adams was steadily getting better, the light had returned to Mariam’s eyes and she was feeling better.Jack decided to take her out for dinner to help her feel relieved.After they had gone out for dinner at a cozy little restaurant downtown, Mariam found herself standing outside Jack's house. It was her idea when Jack wanted to drop her off at her house.Jack pulled his car into the driveway and turned off the engine. He looked over at her, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel.“I’m glad you came tonight, Mariam,” Jack said, his voice sincere. “I missed this. Us.”Mariam turned toward him, her lips curling into a soft smile. “Me too, Jack. I missed this, and I missed you.”They got out of the car and walked toward his front door. Jack fumbled with his keys for a moment, clearly nervous about what to say next. He had been carrying a burden for a while now, and he knew he needed to clear the air between them.As they stepped inside his house, Jack
Leah sat on the living room couch, her eyes glued to the television, but her mind miles away from the show that was playing. Richie had been acting strange lately, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He’d been coming home late, making mysterious phone calls, and giving her vague answers whenever she asked what was going on.It wasn’t like him to be so secretive, and it certainly wasn’t like him to lower his voice or step out of the room when he was on the phone. Yet, for the past few days, that’s exactly what he’d been doing.Leah sighed heavily and looked toward the kitchen, where Richie was rummaging through the fridge, grabbing a late-night snack. She watched him carefully, her mind running wild with possibilities. "Was he hiding something? Was there another woman?"... she thought.“Richie,” Leah called out, trying to keep her tone casual.“Yeah?” he responded, his voice slightly muffled as he pulled out a bottle of water.“What time are you coming home tomo
Richie, Dazzle, and Mariam had everything set for Leah's engagement surprise. Leah, on the other hand, was getting bored at home. Being on a two-week break from work sounded like fun at first, but with nothing to do, she found herself restless. While she flipped through TV channels, her phone buzzed with a message from Mariam.“Girl, you need to get out of that house! There’s a party tomorrow, and you’re coming with me.”"Party?"..."Yes, of course".. make up your mind, you are going with me, no excuses.Leah sighed, staring at the message. She wasn’t in the mood for a party, but staying home was even worse. After a moment of hesitation, she texted back.“Alright, fine. I’m in.”The next morning, Mariam showed up, a bit too cheerful for Leah’s mood.“Good morning, sunshine!” Mariam said, bouncing into the house. “We have a full day ahead of us.”“A full day?” Leah groaned. “I thought we were just going to a party tonight?”“We are,” Mariam said with a sly grin. “But first, we’re mak
On the way to the venue, she glanced over at Mariam, who was casually scrolling through her phone, humming a song.“I really hope you’re right, Mariam,” Leah muttered under her breath.Mariam looked up. “What was that?”Leah shook her head, forcing a smile. “Nothing. Let’s just go and have a good time.”When they arrived at the venue, Leah was immediately struck by how lavish everything looked. The entrance was decorated with shimmering lights, and the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. It didn’t look like just any party.“This looks… fancy,” Leah said, looking around. “Are you sure I’m not overdressed?”Mariam smirked. “Trust me, you’re perfect. Now, let’s head inside.”As they walked in, Leah felt a sudden rush of nerves. The decoration was in her favorite colour, the elegant setup, simple but beautiful to her taste, the familiar faces she spotted.“Mariam… are you sure this is just a regular party?”Mariam grinned, nudging her forward. “Come on, relax. You’re going to have the
It's been a few days of congratulations for Leah and Richie. That night was the best night for both of them. Each and every member of the family was genuinely happy. And while others congratulated and jubilated. Kimberly’s ex-boyfriend was busy scheming and making plans to reach Kimberly in whatever way he could.Kimberly had gone out and Dazzle was alone at home.As Daz sat on the couch, sipping a cup of coffee and scrolling absentmindedly through his phone. He heard a faint knock at the door. Expecting nothing more than a delivery or some neighbor with a misplaced letter, he casually walked over and opened the door. A small envelope lay at his feet, no name, no sender, just plain and unassuming. He picked it up, figuring it was nothing urgent, and tossed it onto the dining table as he made his way back to the couch.But something gnawed at him. Something about that envelope didn’t sit right, no name, no means of knowing who sent it. After a few moments of hesitation, he walked ba
Dazzle stared at his phone again Kimberly, Kimberly calls had been coming in non stop but he wasn't ready to talk to her again.. He tried hard not to curse at her during their fight. As the calls became too much he switched it off..On the other hand, Kimberly sat on the couch, staring at her phone, waiting for it to light up with at least a message or a return call from Dazzle. It had been two days since their fight, and there was still no sign of him. She had called him so many times, but it was clear that he was ignoring her. The silence was eating her alive, and the stress of the situation was beginning to take a toll on her body.She placed a hand on her stomach, feeling a dull ache. "It's just stress," she told herself. "He'll come back, and we’ll fix everything. I will make him understand and beg for forgiveness as much as I can" she said to herself.But the ache in her belly persisted, growing sharper, more painful with each passing minute. She stood up, trying to shake off t
The maid knocked frantically on Richie’s front door. Her heart raced as she prayed that someone would be home. When the door finally opened, it was Leah who answered, her face showing confusion at the sight of the maid looking so distressed."What's going on? Why are you here?" Leah asked, immediately sensing that something was wrong."Ma’am, it’s Mrs. Kimberly… something terrible has happened," the maid replied, her voice trembling with urgency. "She’s in the hospital… and she… she was bleeding badly.."Leah gasped, stepping back slightly as the news hit her. "Oh my God… bleeding?" She turned around quickly, shouting for Richie. "Richie! You need to come here, now!"Richie came down the stairs, half asleep but alert enough to know that whatever was happening wasn’t good. "What’s going on? Why are you shouting?""It’s Kimberly," Leah said, her voice shaking. "She’s in the hospital… she is bleeding. She should be in the theater now."Richie froze for a moment, processing the weight of
Jack stood up abruptly, staring at Mariam. This confession was pressing on his chest, he needed to get it out, and it had to be now."Hey!" Jack called out.Mariam looked up, her expression soft yet curious. They had just gotten back together. After the romance and the relief of being reunited, the last thing she wanted was more drama. She could sense his agitation but wasn’t ready for more problems."Jack, what’s this about? Can’t it wait? We’ve just made up. Let’s not spoil this moment," she said, her tone gentle but firm.Jack shook his head. "No, Mariam, it can’t wait. I need to get this off my chest. You don’t know how much it’s been eating at me. I can't keep holding onto this anymore."Mariam sighed. "Jack, if it’s something from the past, leave it there. We’ve both moved on from the mistakes. Do we need to drag up more things that’ll only hurt us?"Jack clenched his fists, the words he had been rehearsing in his head now stumbling over themselves. He had to tell her. "Mariam,
The day Leah had dreamed of for so long was finally here. The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the garden where her wedding ceremony was about to take place. White flowers lined the aisle, their fragrance filling the air, and the gentle hum of music played in the background. Leah stood in front of the mirror, dressed in her wedding gown, her heart filled with excitement. She couldn't believe this moment had finally arrived. "You look beautiful," Mariam said, smiling as she adjusted the veil over Leah’s hair. "Like a princess straight out of a fairy tale." Leah laughed, her hands trembling slightly. "I feel like I’m dreaming." "No," Mariam shook her head. "This is real, Leah. You’re about to marry the love of your life, the father of your children. You deserve all of this and more." Leah’s eyes welled up with tears, and she turned to Mariam, "I don’t even know how to thank you, Mariam. After everything… I never thought I’d get here." Mariam took Leah’s hands in hers
Emily watched as the prison gates swung open and Mary was led inside. The cold, gray walls of the facility seemed to match the evil in her mother’s heart.She had stood there, frozen, feeling both resentment and a strange sadness. After everything that had happened, she wasn’t sure how to feel anymore."Can I talk to her for just a few minutes?" Emily asked the guard, her voice low but firm.The guard shook his head. "Sorry, ma’am, no visits right now."Emily’s chest tightened. "Please... just five minutes. I need to say something. It’s important."The guard sighed, looking at her for a moment before finally relenting. "Alright, five minutes. That’s all."Emily took a deep breath, watching as her mother was brought back out. Mary, now in her prison uniform, looked smaller somehow, as though the weight of her sins had physically shrunk her. Her face was blank, trying to maintain the cold front she had always worn, but her eyes were puffy, and it was clear she’d been crying.As Mary ap
The police stormed Ranson's hideout, catching him and his gang off guard. As they pinned him to the ground, one officer shouted, “You’re under arrest for attempted murder and conspiracy!” Ranson struggled, cursing under his breath, but he knew this day was coming. As they dragged him into the police car, his heart pounded. During the interrogation, it didn’t take long for Ranson to crack under pressure. With his hands trembling, he finally blurted out, “It was Mary. Mary! She’s the one who wanted Leah dead! I was just doing what I was paid for!”Detectives exchanged glances, already suspecting her involvement but now having the confirmation they needed. With Ranson’s confession, they raced to Mary’s house. She answered the door, looking composed as ever, but her face paled when she saw the officers."Mary," the lead detective said sternly, "you're under arrest for the attempted murder of Leah."Mary’s voice quivered as she tried to mask her fear with confusion. “What are you talking
Emily lay awake all night, she had been trying to process all her mother’s confession. The horror of it consumed her. Leah had been so innocent from the beginning, and then possibly dead because of her mother’s actions. She hadn’t agreed to any of it, she didn't even know her mother had gone that far as taking someone’s life yet she felt just as guilty. By morning, her stomach churned with nausea. She had to do something.When the first light of dawn filtered through her window, she got up, and made her way downstairs. Mary was already in the kitchen, making coffee, her expression smug as though nothing had changed.Emily’s heart pounded in her chest. She had no choice. She had to confront her mother."I’m turning myself in," Emily blurted out, her voice shaky but determined as she entered the kitchen.Mary froze for a second, her back to Emily. Slowly, she turned around, her face twisting into disbelief and shock. "What did you just say?" She asked."I said I’m turning myself in,
The door creaked open, and in walked Mary, her expression triumphant as usual. Emily stiffened, sensing that something was off. Mary’s eyes were gleaming with a satisfaction that made Emily uneasy."Emily," Mary started, her voice dripping with excitement. "I’ve got news for you. Finally, everything has fallen into place."Emily blinked, unsure of where this was going. "What are you talking about, mom?"Mary sat down, a little too close to Emily, and leaned in. "Leah," she whispered, her voice cold and sinister. "It seems like she’s finally gone. No one has heard anything. No news. It’s been weeks. She’s probably dead, and they haven’t found her body yet."Emily’s heart stopped for a moment. She stared at her mother, wide-eyed, her mind racing. She had been angry at Leah for years, jealous even, but wishing her dead? That wasn’t something she wanted. Not like this."How? What happened?"... Emily asked.Mary continued, oblivious to Emily’s shock. "I told you, didn’t I? That girl was al
Richie stood at Leah's bedside two weeks after the accident, watching as she slept. Her breathing was steady, and her face looked peaceful. The machines surrounding her were no longer terrifying to him; they were signs of progress now. Signs that she was getting better. He smiled faintly, remembering how much darker everything seemed just days ago.The boys were sitting in the corner of the room, playing with some toys Dazzle had brought for them to keep them occupied.They were quieter than usual, but Richie could tell they were just as hopeful as he was. They had been through so much these days, yet they still managed to be helpful in ways they could.The doctor came in, his clipboard in hand, and gave Richie a nod before checking on Leah’s vitals. “She’s doing much better,” the doctor said, scribbling something down. “The baby’s fine as well. Everything looks good.”Richie exhaled slowly, letting all his worries out “Thank God,” he whispered. “But… her head? How’s the injury?”The
Richie stood by Leah’s bedside, his entire body shaking as he cried. The pain was unbearable, the thought of losing her too much to handle. The boys, their innocent faces wet with tears, clung to Richie as they looked at their mother lying so still on the bed."Dad… is Mom going to be alright?" one of the boys, his voice small and frightened, asked between sobs.Richie could barely answer. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, burying his face in his hands. His heart felt like it had shattered into a million pieces. He couldn’t stop the flood of tears. "God, please…" Richie began, his voice breaking with every word. "Save Leah. Please… I’ll be a good husband, I promise. I’ll take care of our kids… I’ll do anything you want me to, just save my wife. Please, God… don’t take her from us."The boys began to wail too, their small voices filling the room with a heartbreaking sound. Richie’s tears fell even harder, his hands gripping Leah’s cold fingers. "Leah, please come back to us… pl
Richie stood in the cold, sterile hallway of the hospital, his hands trembling as he held Leah’s belongings in a small, unassuming plastic bag. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, his heart aching everything that had happened. He couldn’t believe how quickly his world had fallen apart. Just days ago, Leah was smiling, and now… now he was standing here, lost in a nightmare he couldn’t wake up from.He pulled out the small stack of documents from her bag, his curiosity getting the better of him. He wasn't sure what the result of the medical documents might be. Maybe it was something routine, he thought, something insignificant. But as he opened the folder, his breath caught in his throat.There it was, staring back at him in black and white; Leah was five weeks pregnant.Richie blinked, unable to process the words for a moment. "Pregnant? Five weeks?"..He collapsed into the nearest chair, his hands clutching the papers as if they might offer some explanation. His vision blurre
Richie’s hand trembled as he hung up the phone, the news had hit him so bad. His mind spun, struggling to process what he had just been told. Leah, his Leah, was hurt badly. The details were still unclear, but it was serious enough for Dazzle to call the family in a panic.His legs suddenly were too weak to hold him up. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat heavier than the last. Grabbing his phone, Richie immediately canceled all his upcoming seminars and meetings, sending quick emails to his assistants. They would have to figure out the rest on their own. Leah was his priority now. Without wasting another second, he booked the earliest flight back home, his fingers shaking as he typed in his information.Meanwhile, Dazzle was pacing outside the hospital room, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. He had already called everyone in the family, delivering the horrible news. Their father, Mr. Leo had been silent on the phone, but Dazzle could hear the pain and fear in his fat